February 10, 2010

wig porn

I think maybe my latent fixation on candy-colored hair has to do with the fact that my hair has refused to take to any dye the way I want it to. I've learned that in order to make it brunette, I must dye it blond. But other than that it isn't cooperative with any sort of color change. It has even withstood bleach. I mean, it turned like a russet color, and that's muh-F'n bleach. The hell!

Naturally my instinct is to want to dye it the most difficult color just to put it in it's place. But I'm not committed to blue or purple hair, so I'll probably just get a wig.

And then I will wear that wig during shows for Year of the Tiger. And then maybe never take it off. Yes.

Oh and how cool is Daryl Hannah, Am I right?
So this is what hookers look like in the future, according to Ridley Scott...
This is seriously too much of an outfit idolized by all the young and trashy here in Brooklyn. Up'n'coming Parsons Grads would make collections based off this character. I'm pretty sure they already have.
In fact, on a good night where I've got "big plans" I might don such a get up. It must take her like 20 minutes just to pee. I would probably change clothes when I realize that strategic speed bump. And that I look like a space hussy.